“Ettusentvåhundra kronor” ekade det i klassrummet efter att min mattelärare sagt att vi själva måste betala för en grafräknare. En summa större än ens studiebidrag. En summa pengar som många inte har. I alla fall inte nu. Läraren betonade att den skulle behövas snart, och att den billigare varianten inte skulle ta oss långt. Inte …
The “alt-right” movement has been on the rise in public surroundings around the world. Black boots and salutes have turned into ties and suits. White supremacists and neo-nazis are well aware of the extreme nature of their opinions and ideologies. Some have therefore chosen to associate themselves with the more vernacular “alt-right” and pose as …
New York. Norway. Kenya. Paris. Nice. Berlin. London. Stockholm. Egypt. Manchester. These are cities and countries, where fatal events have taken place, with hate as fuel. Despite these tragic events, the bigger question remains unanswered. Why is our perception of terrorism so narrow, and why do we never seem to learn? And what does it …
The National test. A synonym for stress, anxiety and confusion. The worries of students are tangible in the school atmosphere during these hectic weeks. When we’re anxious for the tests and our minds are blurry due to all pressure and stress, a confirmation that everything is well organized is the least that we deserve to …
8th of March is more like Harry Potter’s never-healing scar, than a day of pure celebration. It is rather discouraging to continue with one’s daily life when funding for women’s health organizations has been curtailed in the US, the world’s third biggest country. A conservative ruling party in Poland was suggesting further restrictions on abortions …
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När den blåa himlen blivit becksvart och solen gått och lagt sig, när värmen mot kinden ersätts av snöflingor som klistrar sig mot ansiktet och av frost som knarrar likt glas under fötterna så smyger mörkret fram. Mörkret tar skepnad verbalt och uttrycker sig i folks handlingar. På en till synes oskyldig fredagskväll träder det …
The day after thanksgiving is not an ordinary Friday. It’s a Friday that causes citizens of the western world to go berserk; ordinary parents turn into primitive beasts on drugs. People run towards the entries of stores as if they were wildebeests running over dry landscapes towards fields of gold and water.
This day has been like a doomsday upon my shoulders since the age of 12. The sun didn’t shine that morning, clouds grey like worn out pavements decorated the sky. The color scheme of the cake next to my bed wasn’t too different. I nervously counted the candles and realized that life goes on just …
